Page 53 of Tangled Fates

“Come on, Brother I think she deserves an orgasm,” Soren smirked, picking me up, scooting us until he sat against the headboard with me in between his legs and Gray watching us.

He turned my head, sucking on my bottom lip before kissing me. His thumb grazed across my nipple igniting a burning need for more. I whimpered into our kiss, rolling my hips, needing some type of friction.

Soren teased the edge of the band on my yoga pants. He broke the kiss, biting gently down my neck as my gaze caught Gray’s. He sat in the same spot watching us, the room immediately felt warmer, my skin grew clammy, my body felt like it was on fire with his stare.

Soren’s hand slipped under the band skimming the top of where I wanted him to touch. Rolling my hips up, dying for him to touch me, he pulled back as if he were teasing me. He slowly trailed down lower, finally reaching my sensitive nerve. The moment he made contact, I jolted from the pleasure.

“Soren,” I gasped.

He expertly rubbed me with one hand as his other grabbed me by the neck. It wasn't hard but enough to keep looking at Gray.

“Come on, Blondie, say my twin’s name as I make you come,” he growled in my ear.

Gray was enraptured by us, evident by the bulge in his pants that only made me more excited.

“Come for us, Sunshine.” Gray's lust filled voice threw me over the edge.

“Gray,” I whimpered as my pleasure soared through my entire body.

Soren removed his hands from my pants before I heard him sucking on his own fingers.

“You taste so fucking good, Blondie,” he groaned. “Next time you come, it will be from my mouth.”

20

SOREN

The late morning sun shone in the room as I leisurely ran my hands up and down Oria’s back. She had her head on my chest, one arm thrown over my abdomen and one leg over one of my own. I hated cuddling, it was always something that felt like a chore, but with her, it felt like I had won the lottery.

Why was I fighting this? I was just holding her, but it had felt better than anything in the last ninety years. Her brows furrowed a little in her sleep as I kissed her forehead, hoping it wasn’t a bad dream.

Shit.

I had it bad if I was trying to kiss her bad dreams away.

After I made her come last night—and almost decided to have a taste of her—, Gray and I cooked her dinner. We fed her, made sure she was nice and full before we took her upstairs to bathe and tucked her into bed. Once she fell asleep, Gray and I surveyed the area, talking about how we would go about protecting her. We weighed the pros and cons of leaving or staying, but the bigger question was if she would leave with us.

Gray and I decided it would be safe for now, if one of us kept watch just in case. He had drawn the short straw, and he was out keeping watch, while I enjoyed our mate. It didn’t stop him from popping in every so often to look at her. I knew he was worried for her mother to return. If that happened before we could convince her to come with us, I don’t know if she would still come or if her mother would let her.

This entire situation made me angry. Blondie couldn’t see it, but I knew her mother was making millions from her daughter and enjoying the fruits of her labor, while Oria was kept from truly living. Just thinking about her mother made me think of Tay and it sounded like he was trying to be the good guy while he also was aiding her mother.

That fucker took advantage of her and if what Demitri had said was true, that meant her mother had orchestrated the entire thing. How many things had her mother done to make it seem like Oria had a choice in anything?

“Sor?”

Blondie’s soft voice brought me out of my hate spiral.

“Yes?”

She rubbed her face against my chest breathing deeply before humming. Her eyes fluttered open, looking up at me. She wasn’t mine yet, but seeing her sleep-rumbled and content had me wanting to go up against anyone who threatened her, even her own mother.

“Do you need anything?” I pushed back her beautiful blonde hair out of her face.

“No, I was making sure I knew it was you.” She smiled. “You guys are too similar, but I’ve noticed your scents are slightly different. I think your voice is also slightly deeper.”

“Is that so?” I questioned.

“Yeah, I’ll probably notice more differences the longer I’m with you, but right now that’s all I got,” she said shyly.

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